Sun is setting but this time of year it stays hot through the night
So skip your bed and come with me
Let's explore let's ignore responsibility
Whole worlds counting on us simultaneously not giving a ****
Sun is ******* coming up making us spend that buck
I can't tell you what the future holds but I know
We'll be solid floating through life as we know it
The chosen ones we can no longer ignore it

An emotion or an illusion?
When you think, you are.
When you want, you can.
When you don’t—can you?

A state or a fate?
Do you decide it, or not?
Is it in your mind,
or beyond thought?

Is it materialism or a bond,
a lasting memory of years along—
a friendship, a relation, an achievement,
or nature’s quiet appreciation?

Is it real, or is it fake?
Something defined, or something I make?
A gaze into eyes,
or a stare at the stars?

If it is peace,
does it shine in the night sky?

Is it beautiful, or merely calming?
Cool or exciting—does it differ for all?
A claim to most,
or the worst of all?
Found in small things,
or in things that are not?

A sip of coffee in the cold,
or a cool breeze in summer’s warmth?
Is it in birth, or in death?

Up until now, more or less,
if I am in confusion,
so are you.
Asking yourself—
What is happiness?

When you reply with a smiling emoji,
it feels like I’ve won a war.

But I don’t just want to see your smile on chat—
I want to make you smile
and see it in real life.

That would make me feel
like I’ve won a world war.

I write my heart out
my feelings I was beginning to doubt
then I came here
filled with fear
but came my way was not abuse or hate
it gave me the motivation to create
so kind a community
my heart no longer performed an emotional mutiny
I bared my soul to this place
your kindness shone onto my face
you have all been so nice
and it didn't come with a price

I have these complicated feelings
they unfurl in my chest
begging to be let out
I release them from the ribcage
with a pen and paper
my poems are their escape
it makes me feel lighter
like happiness can fill me
instead of the dark curling tendrils
of despair

It was a noose around my open neck,
A poignant bond I could never break,
Too tight, too strong as a boa's grip,
It strangled me with its embrace,
It drained me dry and slept on my bluish face.
It was desired like an amazing view,
Blinding those who’d never seen it through,
And was it called happiness for two.

I lost you in the winter light,
where love unraveled, thread by thread.
The echoes of our quiet fights
still linger where we used to tread.

But heartbreak, like a northern breeze,
can clear the fog, can shift the tide.
And in the wreckage, on my knees,
I found the self I’d cast aside.

Serendipitous, the way it goes,
how time heals and life reappears.
Through loss, I learned what the new me knows:
there’s beauty hidden in the tears.

Now dawn unfolds in softer hues,
the air is light, my soul is free.
I never thought that losing you
would be the way that I’d find me.